Frank Edward "Ted" Peacock

DEAREST SARAH, Olivia and Julia

I am Norm Wherrett, builder of Ted's Sundowner 32 "Sarah". I love Ted like my own father. Next to my bed resides 7" plush "Peter Rabbit" Ted and Sarah lovingly sent July 1990. "Peter" ultimately honors, and was very much enjoyed by, now 22-year old Benjamin and nearly 14-year old Juliana Joy instead.

We very much wish to re-establish communication with Sarah, and get to know Olivia and Julia.

Friendly readers, please help...

Ted was my half-brother; he was 18 years older than me. We had the same father, but different mothers. Because Ted was so much older, I have more memories of him in his later years of life. I still have a picture of him standing outside our home in Wilmette in his Coast Guard great coat.

I remember driving with my mother and dad to Itasca for most Fourth of Julys. It was always a full day with seeing all my nieces and nephews and enjoying watching the fireworks at night over the golf...

Dear Sarah, Olivia, and Julia, My thoughts and prayers go out to the three of you. May you find peace in the happy memories of a man who truly loved you and will forever be in your hearts. Sue

I remember Uncle Ted from holidays spent in Itasca. My mother, his beloved little sister Shirley Anne, would herd us into the family car as Dad drove what seemed like forever from Wilmette -- probably about an hour -- every Thanksgiving (lots of turkey and carousing) and most Fourth of Julys (Roman candles and more carousing).

I was fortunate to keep in touch with Ted over the years; I especially remember his directness and honesty. Once, he talked about the challenges of raising five...

My father was a larger-than-life figure when we were growing up. He traveled a lot when we were young but when he was home, things were always lively. I remember great games of "chase" and his "monster" laugh

As I grew older, I came to appreciate how much he contributed to his community as well as to his friends and family. But some of my fondest memories are of him with his grandchildren and his great sense of playfulness. He loved life and he lived it to the fullest and spread...

When we were little, and we saw our father arriving home from work, we would run to the back door, shouting "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" No matter how tired he might have been after a long day and a long commute, he would smile and swoop us up into his arms and make us feel loved.

I remember when Rand McNally acquired the rights to the OZ books in the l960's. I was in the third grade. It was so exciting when Dad would hand ME the next book in the series. I devoured each one. I would...